The steel necklace on her throat flashed like summer lightning and the sound of the steel was like the clashing of swords... Le pas d'acier... The steel of New York's skeleton buried in granite, buried standing up. Le pas d'acier... notes hammered on the steel-stringed guitars of the gypsies, on the steel arms of chairs dulled with her breath; steel mail curtains falling like the flail of hail, steel bars and steel barrage cracking. Her necklace thrown around the world's neck, unmeltable. She carried it like a trophy wrung of groaning machinery, to match the inhuman rhythm of her march.
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This quote was added November 29, 2007.